Chapter 182: The Bonds of Healing

Caitlin's breath brushed against Zendedari's neck, a soft whisper of warmth that stirred his deepest cravings. Her touch was gentle yet intimate, awakening a profound need within him. As her teeth pressed into his flesh, a blaze of fiery sensation coursed through his veins, igniting every muscle and nerve with a scorching intensity. His hands instinctively sought her form, cradling her waist and back, pulling her closer. The overwhelming heat of their connection was unlike anything he had ever felt. It was a consuming, urgent need, as if every fiber of his being was desperate to merge with hers. Meanwhile, Kendalf's attention was split between the healing of Raven and the intricate dynamics at play. He bit into his own wrist, the sharp pain grounding him as he merged his mind with Enoch's. Together, they exerted their combined will to coax Raven into compliance. Despite her youth—merely a quarter of a century old—she was strong and resistant. It took the unified force of Enoch and K